The Exchange

Chapter 9

"Your great grandfather," I pointed to the picture with an echo on my face. Namjoon laughed at my reaction.

"I know, you can say that's my father, they have the same figure and same face." I blinked much time, I cannot believe it, maybe they have the same face and same figure like Namjoon hyung said. "Did you know the story of Titanic?" I nodded. "Well, do you know the story of Rose and Jack?" I nodded again. I really hate Namjoon hyung many introductions. He really has no suspense and drama.

"My great grandfather, he's one border of Titanic." I awe at my reaction. I cannot believe Namjoon hyung's great grandfather is one survivor of the Titanic.

"Jagiya let have a sit. I want to hear that story again," Jimin hyung pull his fiance to the sofa, I also followed them. My eyes widened as I notice Jimin Hyung's neck. He had two holes scars same as mine. I gulped and look at the giggling couple. I cannot blurt out even at my mind. I don't want to think and say out loud. I forcefully smile at both of them. Namjoon shifts his gaze at me, he smiles like usual. I pray, that he won't notice me.

"Okay, Jungkook, sorry about Jimin. I already tell this on him, but, as matter of fact. He wants to hear it again." I chuckled.

"It's alright Namjoon hyung, it is better when Jimin Hyung is here to accompany the both of us," I stated and able to say my words. I compose myself.

"It's all starts when my grandfather takes a ticket from the world's largest ship.

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(This is a 3rd person POV)

Renoir is one of the up-rising entrepreneurs. He's one of the richest men, also one of the people who boarded in one of the largest boats in history, they called the Titanic the ship of the dream, however, for Renoir another suffering after his wife. He wants to end his life and this ship is the answer. After this boat land in New York, he surrenders himself to death. Journey alone and be himself is not a bad idea, he enjoys the fresh breeze of the salty sea. The smell of cold wind and the sound of the wave hitting your ears to skins. He always alone, enjoying being alone until he met a beautiful young Justine. Justine is a young and underrated artist, he came from Paris to draw the famous, Liberty Tower in New York, that way his work will well-known, he love to draw and paint same as Renoir. He woke early to waiting for the sunrise to appear. One time, Renior saw the young boy, he waits for the sunrise while preparing his paint and needs, he also saw his painting almost finishes, Justine gaze fixed on the dark-blue sky waiting for yellow light color to show up.

"What are you doing here?" Justine flinches n unfamiliar deep voice, gave a chill in his spines, as shifts his head on the enigmatic voice. His eyes stuck on a perfect chisel chin, emotionless face and beautiful glittering eyes hit the light his waiting for. The man sees the boy's simple happiness making his no heart soul filled again, he only watches the boy stroke the brush on his artwork. It was so fascinating and beautiful. Renoir picks the picture and leads a huge amount of money to a boy while the boy's eyes widened and cannot process everything. The man stares at the art with an amazing written on his face a boy also mesmerizes the sculpture ar in front of him.

"Sir, can I ask your name?" Renoir instantly beat his long-time death heart, hearing a soft melodic voice coming from the angel who only beside him. He turns his gaze to the who has big doe eyes sparkling on a luminous light, his perfect smooth tan skin and the smell of the vanilla sweet rose lingering on his nose, a lungful smell lingering in his body.

"Renoir," Justine kneel almost fall where to the stand, he didn't want to show the man in front that his submissive side towards the man taking over him. he stood up his knee forcefully straight.

"Well, Sir Renoir. I already appreciate your taste in art. Do you want..." The boy's voice kinda little due to intimidation towards the man, his eyes never blinked either stood up seeing beauty in front of him. "I mean," He averted his gaze towards the older to hide his tomato red face. Justine flinched as he felt a cold finger against his chin oblige to his eyes look to intimidate the man.

"Don't turn away your face away from me. I want to sentiment this art more," The boy's saliva stuck on his throat wanting to blurt out something.

"Y-you mean the c-canvas?" He stutters.

"Both," Renoir at the first in his life smile, happiness crawl beneath his body, the last time he smiles when his mate was alive.

Renoir invites Justines into a luxury, they put him the most beautiful dress for him. The structural and the figure of the upper class were so spectacular, however, the royal, or should we say a high-class person isn't friendly to the street cast or poor one like Justine who was just an unknown artist from an impoverished family. Justine accepts the fact that he doesn't belong to this group either to the older's heart. He clenched his hands to seize his anger, hoping this feeling would depart, giving a fake smile to these fraudulent people. Excusing himself is the option. Concludes to take a nice crisp breeze air outside of the smothering world of feigned people. Watching the moon's bright reflection of the dark water at night, the sound of the wave of the quiet water of the Atlantic. 

"It is so beautiful?" Renoir's deep voice flinches the young artist as he spares a glance to the older. 

"Yes, it is so beau--" He thought the older look at the sea instead of at him, "Beautiful, same as you, my new inspiration."